While you're sleeping...
	  
Your eyes are closed, your dreams are peaceful…
Breaking dawn and birds so cheerful
Fill my senses. Am I dreaming?
Are those tears for new hope gleaming,
Or mourning the past, the present,
Which tomorrow will be lessened
By memories of this very minute…
Watching you, I revel in it,
Knowing you’ll be here tomorrow.
Glee is in my heart, not sorrow,
Yesterday’s no longer aching.
While you sleep a new dream’s waking…